"..."

Facing Su Lin, a guy with no modern common sense, Su Mingan really wanted to leave.

In fact, this so-called world culture exhibition is not interesting to him.

However, just as he was about to leave, this young man in modern attire, a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers appeared.

Only two days later, when this legendary "god" appeared again, he was actually dressed up to keep up with the times.

I don’t know which clothing matching book Su Lin referred to.

"There is no shadow double. These people pretend to be me because they like me." Su Mingan explained.

"That's it." Su Lin nodded, seeming to understand: "Is it a sacrificial ceremony?"

Su Mingan: "?"

...How could Su Lin's thinking jump to such an extent?

"This is a place similar to the Light Temple in Praia." Su Lin said: "Reproduce the achievements of past heroes, or pretend to be God's attendants and hold rallies to inspire those who come after to become

The new knight and the soul hunter... When I was in Yunshang City, I saw the residents of Praia holding similar ritual activities."

Su Mingan: "..."

Su Mingan: "That's okay if you understand it this way."

"The huge altar has a unique style." Su Lin looked at the stage where "Player One and His Lighthouse Lover" was being performed: "The dances of these people are very unique, much more delicate than Praia's dance...

…The fabrics of their clothes are also very unique, and the texture looks much better than the common clothes worn by residents, and it doesn’t look like linen either…”

At this time, the two actors on the stage were singing together, and the story progressed to a plot where the "First Player" and the "Lighthouse" were fighting side by side in the dungeon.

Loud background music sounded, and accompanied by the sound of swords, guns, and swords, the actors playing the monsters fell to the ground one after another. The scene looked extremely weird.

...It really looks like a sacrifice.

Su Lin seemed to be still observing carefully. His eyes swept across the face of the host beside the stage, and there was a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Reenacting the scene of the actor to harvest the power of faith in the hero is such a smart way. And...

...Everyone of you has a precious sound transmission gem, and the material conditions do seem to be good. This music does not seem to be performed artificially. What is the principle... is it remote sound transmission? Or is it energy matching..."

"And." He continued to observe: "The food sold along the way has a lot of troublesome manufacturing processes and is not filling the stomach. It is really too luxurious. Your world has developed so many kinds of edible food.

, actually most of them are flashy snacks that only focus on appearance...

By the way, I saw that there is also a drink called 'milk tea', which seems to be very popular. I see that almost everyone among the young people has a cup. Does this liquid have any added effect on your body functions? Or can it be replenished quickly?

What does the human body consume in a day?

...and your age structure. In this kind of sacrificial place that is supposed to be dominated by middle-aged and elderly people, all I see are young people and children..."

It's like a god descending to inspect the world.

Su Lin observed the scene at the comic exhibition and made outrageous observations that had nothing to do with reality.

Su Mingan already wanted to leave.

He just turned around and wanted to move his legs, but suddenly he heard a sigh from Su Lin behind him.

The sigh was very slight, not overly heavy, but more of a sense of sadness.

Su Mingan turned around.

Su Lin was putting his hands in his pockets, raising his head, observing the colored light coming from the top of the venue. The light shone on his young face. He seemed to be studying the architectural structure here.

"However, although the material conditions are very good, in my opinion, this world is also very ordinary." Su Lin said.

"Really?" Su Mingan turned around and looked at him: "Isn't this kind of world where there is no war, no direct harm, and superior material conditions what you dream of? These people have rich living conditions and all live very happily.

, there are many more smiles on their faces than the residents of Praia.”

Su Lin's gaze slowly slid across the smiling faces of passers-by.

He lowered his head, straightened out his very fashionable sweatshirt with letters, and stuffed the turned-out long sleeves into the sleeves of the sweatshirt, which was a bit laborious.

He seems to have just adapted to this way of matching clothes. He hasn't even arranged his sleeves and collar. He even wears a sweatshirt with a white shirt. I don't know what he thinks.

"Not necessarily." He lowered his head and said: "The souls of people in your world... are too monotonous in my eyes. Almost everyone has a rotten smell. This is too abundant resources, and

The spillover results of a life that is too low-pressure. They...are completely different from the people in Praia that I love."

"Really? Then..." Su Mingan paused.

He suddenly noticed that people were gradually starting to appear around him.

Perhaps attracted by these two "perfectly reproduced cosplayers", more and more people have taken the initiative to approach here, and they even invite friends to form an encirclement.

"Let's talk somewhere else." Su Mingan immediately put on the demon fox mask.

Su Lin glanced at the passers-by who seemed to be taking pictures of him: "Weird."

He glanced at the group of players who were ready to move, and some even wanted to get close to take a photo: "They don't seem to be afraid of me?"

He felt very strange.

The fear of strength and power has almost become the nature of the people of Praia. In the past, when his heirs went to Praia, even if they wore masks, they were faced with either fear or reverence. No one had ever been so...

...Looking directly at him so boldly and so openly.

However, this group of people did not restrain their joy at all, and showed it very clearly, as if they were not afraid that it would cause disaster.

…Are the people cultivated in a world without struggle so naive?

"No, I think the more important reason is that they think we are both fake..." Su Mingan said simply.

Su Lin is different from him.

He was able to restrain his momentum, but Su Lin had no intention of doing so. Su Lin stood here, like a sparkling high-explosive bomb, sending signals to the people around him at any time: "I am Su Lin, come and find me."

Me!".

Although people definitely think that this is a very similar cosplayer, over time, some adventure players will inevitably notice something is wrong with the aura.

"These people don't even know basic breath perception, and they still misidentify the strongest person in the world?" Su Lin said to himself: "The vigilance of people in this world is really low to a sad level."

Su Mingan didn't care what Su Lin was talking about and immediately pulled him away from here.

As for Noel and his ilk who are still playing around, don't worry about them. They can go wherever they like now. The three of them can play together as a group. The key is to deal with the dangerous person in front of them now.

He quickly pulled Su Lin to a corner with no stalls.

Su Lin didn't resist and was pulled over directly. Judging from the difference in strength, Su Mingan was unable to detect the opponent's values.

"How did you find me?" Su Mingan asked.

There were so many cosplayers, many of whom were fake and more real than him. Su Lin actually found them with such certainty.

"I put a tracking program on you." Su Lin said.

Su Mingan heard something was wrong: "Tracking program? Your strength is not cleared?"

He believed that after this type of NPC became a player, their combat power should be reduced.

"It's not emptied, it's just a return to the starting point." Su Lin said: "After leaving Yunshang City, I lost my identity as a god, and all the power belonging to gods and sea monsters was taken away... Of course, this is all because of you."

He was still sorting out his troublesome sleeves, and his eyes looked accusingly.

Su Mingan made a preliminary judgment.

In this way, Su Lin's strength is definitely not as outrageous as before. It should be Su Lin's strength when he climbed onto Yunshang City sixty years ago.

He had seen the combat power ranking list once before, but Su Lin's name was not on it. It may be that players who joined midway were not counted, otherwise Su Lin's combat power might have soared all the way, trampling on the likes of Edward.

But Su Lin’s identity is that of a player.

I just don’t know whether Su Lin, a player who does not appear on the rankings in the eighth world, will join it as a member of the "top 100 players"...

correct.

Su Mingan suddenly had an idea in his mind.

...If he could deceive Su Lin into his cooperation here, the competition in the Eighth World would definitely go much smoother.

No matter what Su Lin's strength is, his experience and wisdom are first-class. If he becomes his assistant, it should be very helpful for him to pass the level...

"Su Ming'an." Su Lin stared at him and said abruptly: "Are you planning your strategic rhetoric again?"

Su Mingan's thoughts were interrupted.

"I almost forgot." He expressed deep regret: "This won't work for you."

If Red Rose hadn't forced a break, he really wouldn't have been able to convince Su Lin with just words.

However, while Su Ming'an was still thinking, Su Lin nodded directly.

"If you want to cooperate with me, I agree." Su Lin said: "In the past two days, I have had a preliminary understanding of the rules of this world and the tasks of your so-called 'players'. Based on the information collected,

You are the strongest among the 'players', and it will be beneficial to me to cooperate with you."

Su Mingan blinked. He didn't expect Su Lin to agree so easily.

Su Lin held out a finger, as if to emphasize: "Of course, my only request is that you must not lie to me, not even a single sentence. I don't trust anyone who lies to my companions."

"Well, you are right. Guys who lie to their companions are so abominable." Su Mingan said: "For example, sixty years ago, in Yunshang City, the young captain lied to his companions..."
To be continued...